Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (31) Teaching the Newbie

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just the clientele who got their fair share of sin, the staff did rather well from the Hotel trade as well, one of them being twenty-seven years old assistant housekeeping manager Orna Black.

 

She was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured hair who stood barely five feet tall.

Orla was also slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away, but she was as strong as an ox.

When she first got her promotion, she worked tirelessly to repay the faith put in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening, but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Maria Gomez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Orla’s girlfriend, however Maria had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so Orla was on her own again, she really loved Maria and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny last it out. 

So, she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Maria wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away, so she didn’t feel any pangs of guilt.

She set her sights on the new girl Abigail Evans, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way she checked out Hannah on reception and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Orla whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.

What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Abi was as yet, untarnished.

Orla had had a lot of lovers since her sexual awakening, but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.      

She decided to take the unpresented step of training Abigail herself and was roundly praised for it.

What they didn’t realize however was that the training Orla had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping. 

 

Because she had noticed Abi looking at her, a number of times, she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon. 

So underneath her overall she wore a skintight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.

She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.

 

Once inside the room Orla went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.

Orla then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top, and when Abigail saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Orla’s nipples.

After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Abi staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.

“Have you seen enough?” Orla asked

“Erm sorry” Abi responded

“That didn’t answer my question” Orla barked

“No, sorry”

“Ok let me ask you another question” she said, “Would you like to see more?”

“What?” she replied and gulped

“Would you like to see more?” Orla asked

“Yes” she gasped   

“Good, undress me then” she ordered

“What?”

“Undress me” she repeated

“Yes Miss Black” she said meekly “What should I take off?”

“What would you like to take off?”

“Everything” she replied quietly

“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes

“I have to do it” Abigail said sharply and walked towards her.

She was taller than Orla by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers as they consumed every inch of Orla’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.

She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.

Abigail dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Orla’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the lace.    

“Can I kick it away?” she asked

“Yes Miss Black” she replied and without taking her eyes off Orla’s crotch she pulled each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.

Abi’s hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Orla’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.

“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.

Orla kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy, then she put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Abigail rubbed her face in the coarse hair.

“Do you like my scent?” she asked

“Hmmm” Abi responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Orla pushed her away.

“No touching” she said “Not yet”

In response Abigail sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.

“Now it’s your turn” she said

“Yes Miss Black” Abi said very childlike and stood up.

Orla also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Abi’s uniform as she fidgeted in front of her, and when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.

As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes. 

The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Orla back, so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly

“I want to do it”  

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Orla watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Abi let the pink lingerie fall away Orla said 

“Lovely”

Abigail kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.

Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy   

“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.

“Is it time for touching now?” Abigail pleaded

“You want to do it now?” she asked

“Oh yes Miss Black” she replied

“Come here then” Orla said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her

“Wow” Abigail said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes”   

“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.

 

Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Orla said

“An encouraging beginning Abigail, but I think extra training will be necessary”

“Thank you, Miss Black, I’ll do it anytime”

“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Orla remarked

“I’m very willing Miss Black” Abigail replied

Freya St David, 04 - Goddess Of The Folksyang

 

Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.

He was four years older than she was and had a reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.

A reputation she was keen to explore as she had recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.

Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.

But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if the rumours about him were true.    

 

So it was that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country park.

She had only been stood there for three or four minute when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair and a lantern jaw.

“Hello babe” he said

She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.

“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.

They had nothing in common other than they were both hoping for a shag.

They were walking in the park on the way to the country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she persevered.

It was when they were about hallway to the club when they heard a call

“Freya!”

She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma

“Oh shit” she said

“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked

“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along we’ll never get rid of her”

“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “lets run for it”

“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path, and then Emma ran after them.

“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.

They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak

“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.

Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.

Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.

 

After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to climb down.

Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.

It was a little more problematic for Freya because she was so tiny.

“Slide down on your belly” he said

“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that this was not what she had in mind for the evening.

“I’ll catch you babe” he said

As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.

But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.

Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and between her quivering cheeks.

She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.

Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow spot.

“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view

“Am I nearly there?” she asked

“Oh yes” he replied

Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight,

wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her white pants.

“Hold it there” he said and she froze.

“What is it?” she asked with alarm

But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the prize and slipped his fingers inside her.

“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it came to women.

Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.

And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in mutual satisfaction they came.

When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to terror firmer.

She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as her legs were a little wobbly.

Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.

As they redressed Owen said

“Do you want to go for that drink now?”

“No need” she said after all the drink was just a prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent enough company to sit and talk to.

 

On the walk home she met Emma

“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly

“What wasn’t?” Freya said

“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”

“Sorry” Freya said

“Why did you do it then?” she asked

“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied

“What for?” she persisted

“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said

“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the woods with a man?”

Emma just shrugged

“Sex” Freya said bluntly

“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked

Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet they were years apart in every other respect.

Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (011) A Woman of a Certain Age

It was just after the Sunday morning service had ended at St Jude’s when Michael Scanlon spotted her and thought for a woman of her age she had a particularly nice figure.

The woman in question had just come down the steps from the church and had stopped briefly to converse with friends and by that time he was sitting at a table outside the Café Espresso just opposite the church entrance.

He was not a Christian himself but he was often sat outside the Church on a Sunday morning when church emptied.

Which on the face of it sounds very wrong, but in his defence he sits there waiting for the Phoenix shopping centre to open, but he would have to admit that he did get a kick out of ogling all the Christian women in their Sunday best.

He knew the woman slightly, her name was Lorraine Lyon and they were both members of the same Golf club, Forest Ridge.

 

She was a very wealthy woman by all accounts, which was self-evident by the way she was dressed, though her financial status was of secondary concern to him when he looked at her.

Everything Lorraine wore was real quality and she was always immaculately turned out.

So he was quite surprised on that day to see her standing chatting on the concourse wearing of all things, leggings, expensive, good quality leggings, but leggings nonetheless.

His surprise quickly abated however as he looked at the exquisite fit of the leggings and he was just thinking to himself that she had a very nice arse, when she shifted her body weight from one leg to the other and turned slightly towards him just as a beam of sunlight fell upon her, or at least on the part of her he was looking at, and as it illuminated her hind quarters it revealed as clear as day her big black knickers underneath the exquisitely fitted leggings.

It was at that point he decided to chance his arm; after her conversation was over he got up and went over and intercepted her.

“Lorraine?” he said

“Oh hello” she replied, “Mr. Scanlon isn’t it?”

“Please call me Michael,” he said

“Michael” she complied

Once he had her attention they chatted about the Forest Ridge Golf Club and the upcoming ladies day.

“You must be in with a chance of a medal” Michael said “A player of your standard”

“Oh dear me” she said all flustered “I don’t know about that”

And having duly flattered her to the point of blushing he invited her to lunch which she graciously accepted.

He was confident that she would, after all a woman of her age would always be at the very least flattered by the attention of a younger man especially one 9 years younger.

Michael had always been attracted to older women, not too much older five or ten years normally.

But of course by the time he reached his 50s there seemed to be an overabundance of suitable candidates for his lust, widows mainly, which kept him gainfully employed.

 

They enjoyed a very pleasant lunch, which consisted of three courses, two bottles of wine and an abundance of flirting, at a very decent restaurant from where after plying her with liberal amounts of wine he drove her home.

“It was a very nice lunch Michael,” she said as he pulled up on the drive outside her very large house. “Thank you”

“My pleasure” he said with further pleasures on his mind and then she asked

“Would you like to come in for coffee?”

“I would love to” he replied

And after coffee Michael did what he was actually invited in to do which was to liberate Lorraine from her expensive leggings and tug off her classy black knickers off her plump mature arse and too their mutual pleasure gave her a proper Sunday service in her deceased husband favourite chair.

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (30) New Tricks

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.

While he was looking under the bonnet, she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.

He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

Unfortunately for him as the fun began, he discovered that she liked to give instructions

“Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off, so he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her and fucked her hard.

Afterwards he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum, and as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her

“Let’s do that again”

 

Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but he thought that was very likely.

However, the text’s kept coming from her, begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.

That is until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, when she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.

She put on her tightest most revealing leggings, sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra, so she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine. 

“No” he said as she walked into the office, but he still went hard

“Oh, Joe please” she begged “I’m so horny”

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”

“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”

“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”

“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”

“Anything?” he asked

“Yes anything” Jan agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”

 

Joe thought for a moment and remembered that parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Joe had in mind was perfect.

“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time

“Absolutely” she confirmed

Joe went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.

“What are they for?”

“A gag” he replied, and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”

She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded her

“You did say anything”

“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth which effectively gagged her, so he tied the legs behind her head in a bow.

He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.

Joe then led her by the hand, out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.

“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied but stood holding her clothes in front of her to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.

Joe then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots that had belonged to a deceased magician and had been purchased by the House of Fun and was being delivered on Monday.

When he’d finished trussing her up she looked like a large pink, huge breasted starfish and he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time she was naked before him and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her against the side of the van.

 

He left Jan hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home, then he walked back inside and climbed into the van.

“Are you ok?” he asked, but she shook her head, so he undid her gag

“What’s wrong?”   

“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”

He went away and when he returned, he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.

She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.

“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she begged “please, I’ve been good”

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”

Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and released a jet of piss of extraordinary proportions.

“God that was sexy” he said when the last drops fell into the bucket

“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked

“Yes, but only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down.

Joe let her finish the rest of the water and then said

“It’s time to play again”

So, she smiled and opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.

 

With Jan bound and gagged Joe used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.

 

After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell into his arms and held on tightly to him.

She was still breathing hard, and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.

They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.

It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.

“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.

He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.

He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Jan.

He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.

He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.

If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.

So, Joe helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.

She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot and he could hear the occasional whispering fanny fart.

When he reached her house, she kissed him tenderly and asked

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”

Freya St David, 03 - Goddess Of Flowers

 

Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall, and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.

But it hadn’t always been that way, when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and she was as timid as little bird.

 

The sixteen year old Freya was slender and pale and even smaller than the woman she would become.

The young Freya was every bit as pretty as her 27 year old counterpart but was completely unaware of it and as a result she lacked any self-confidence and was painfully shy.

In addition the sweet sixteen version was completely incapable of flirting.   

So there she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed and she had lost her heart.

The recipient of her affections was Gary who she had had a crush on and had fancied him since Easter.

Tipton was a village full of posh houses and posh people who all knew each other’s business.

Gary’s family were new to Tipton and they had met for the first time at the Easter church service.

But despite the fact that they seemed to hit it off he never appeared to show any interest and she had begun to think he might be gay.

 

It was a beautiful June day and Freya was approaching the end of old farm lane, which led to the back of her house, when she saw Gary coming the other way.

She had her strawberry red hair tied up, which was mostly hidden beneath a broad brimmed floppy hat.

She was wearing a flowery green dress and clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle.

Freya stared down at her flip flops as she was shuffling and scuffing along.

She threw the odd glance at him in his baggy t-shirt and knee length shorts and found herself getting redder and redder the closer they got to each other.

 

The grown up Freya was ultra-confident, self-assured, and pretty and she knew it.

While sweet sixteen Freya was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt, still pretty but had no idea of the fact.

 

The problem was that Gary wasn’t any more confident than she was so it was difficult to imagine how anything was going to come out of any social encounter.

Neither of them were capable of progressing the conversation to the conclusion they both wanted.

Which was evidenced by the two rather pathetically forlorn creatures who were ambling towards each other.

So it was when they got within a few feet of each other he said

“Hi Freya”

And she almost jumped out of her skin

“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said

“That’s ok, I was miles away” Freya said

“Are you going home?” he asked

“Yes” she replied “and you?”

And that was the tone and extent of the conversation and it looked quite possible that this chance meeting would end up being wasted as the fresh faced pair were so clueless and incapable of taking full advantage of a serendipitous meeting.

Lacking the gumption to anything else they were about to go their separate ways when fate took a hand when a mutual friend, Emma, appeared in the lane.

“What are you two up to?” she enquired

“Nothing” Freya answered,

“Come to mine then” she said “Dads put the swing ball up”

Freya and Gary looked at each other and smiled

“I’m in” She said

“Me too” added Gary

And they both smiled again mainly out of relief at getting the “Get out of jail free card” from Emma.

By the end of that day however they had secured their first date with a little helping hand from their friends.

And then for the whole of the summer they were inseparable.

Which culminated on the last day of the school holidays in a potentially significant event. 

They were in his house, in his bed and it was her first time, well it was their first time, and it turned out to be a bit of a non-event.

There was a lot of snogging and some great petting which all culminated however, somewhat prematurely.

However they persevered and it was two days later she finally lost her flower.

And by the time the Christmas holidays came around they had become more accomplished and Gary had even managed to make her toes curl on an occasional basis.

 

 

 

 

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (010) Molly’s Folly

 

Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was   a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.

Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.

When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.

The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.

But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.

One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.

It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.

Molly had suggested to Sam that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.

She proposed a surprise visit to her cousin’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend in the Vale, Samantha however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.

“You only want to go to Paul’s so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said

“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”

A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Samantha saying

“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Paul, or I’m not coming”

“Nor am I by the sounds of it” Molly thought to herself

“Ok I promise” she lied

“Cross you heart” Sam insisted

“What?” Molly said “how old you?”

“Just do it” she said

“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”

  

On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Sam finding out.

However when they got to Clarence they found Paul’s house in complete darkness and no sign at all of Paul himself.

The reason for his absence on their arrival was that at that precise moment he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown.

 

When Molly and Samantha arrived at her Cousins house he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown.

However a snog was all he got from her and he had a long walk home with lover’s balls.

But it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly Curtis was going to get even less than that from him.

 

When Paul did finally arrive home nursing his aching balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked outside the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the touch so he figured it must have been there for a while.

His first thought was to go and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was and ease the ache in his lover’s balls.

The house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in but he knew precisely how to wake her up and what with.

 

But before he went upstairs to give Molly a thorough wakening he went into the lounge to take his shoes off. But due to a combination of excessive alcohol, the long walk home from his ball aching snog with Brenda, and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had clearly taken their toll on him so when he sat down on the sofa so he promptly fell asleep and woke up in the same place 6 hours later.

When he did wake up he still had the vivid images in his mind of naked lady darts players performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting a spectacular early riser.

His dawn horn wasn’t the only stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa but he thought a long hot bath later in the day would sort that out and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.

But before he went to surprise Molly, Paul stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to piss, not easily achieved with a significant boner, he found adopting the ski jumper stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof.

He thought he would have to mop that mess up later in the day.

Once he had finished he looked down at his erection

“So what are we going to do with you?” he said

The leading contender was of course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag, red hot and horny and B) in the house at that very moment, red hot and horny.

“She’ll do,” he said and quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said

“Now let’s go for a spot of borderline incest”

 

He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her.

“Mmmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.

As he toyed and teased her nipple he kissed her skin and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.

He moved his hand swiftly down her belly and she parted her thighs in anticipation of his digits arrival.

“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer and then were awash between her freshly waxed lips.

“Good old Moll” he thought always keen as mustard

 

It didn’t take much attention from his fingers to get her to the edge of the abyss and before very long she reached around and took hold of him and guided his erection roughly inside her and she buried her face in the pillow to supress the animal grunts that escaped her as he fully entered her.

Similar grunts followed on receipt of each subsequent penetration until she let out a deeper muffled grunt and she went rigid as she came a fraction sooner than he.

She relaxed and they lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow until he patted her arse, kissed her shoulder and withdrew.

“I’ll see you later babe” he said

“Mmmmm” she murmured

Paul slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood still wet from its outing and to his surprise he met Molly coming the other way, wrapped in a damp towel.

Paul did a double take, “how the hell did she get out of the room before me” he thought.

Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Paul and then his wet semi hard cock, then at Paul again and then back to his shrivelling dick.

“You just fucked Samantha,” she said accusingly

“While I was taking a bath, you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.

“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence

“You didn’t notice anything different?” Molly asked

“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied

“Really?” she said inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different but you didn’t notice the fact I’d grown a huge arse”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend,” Paul said reproachfully

“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend” Molly corrected him

“Ah” He uttered “I just thought you’d filled out a bit”

“Filled out a bit, filled out a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly

“How could you not tell I’d grown two dress sizes?”

She said and punched him on the arm but then she was laughing again

“Her arse is much bigger than mine” she reiterated and punched him again then she looked at his droopy cock again.

“Isn’t it?”  She asked forcefully and Paul nodded

Molly disposed of her towel and displayed her wares in front of him, her amazing tits, flat belly and hairless pussy.

“Just to remind you what a tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and took his greasy cock in her mouth and removed every last trace of Samantha from him and sucked him back to life, then she stood up and kissed him.

“Did you know that Samantha told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the direction of the spare room “And then she goes and gets fucked instead”

“Well, all bets are off now” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Paul like a bull to slaughter into his bedroom.

“Now it’s time for the real Molly Curtis to get some cock”